It was beautifully sunny here yesterday, so we set off for a hike by the beach. As we wound our way down out of the Coast Range to the coast... as we rounded the last bend before the exit to the beach... we saw the fog. Dense, heavy fog, blanketing the coast. 1000' visibility, at best. It was a beautiful hike anyway, and it started to clear up as we were there. Winter was particularly hard on the Coast Range this year: the trail we had hiked a dozen times before was now largely unfamiliar- big sections had fallen down the side of the mountain; huge trees had fallen in several places, blocking the old path in some places, and obliterating it in others.
And that's to say nothing of what we saw on the way there. Parts of the Coast Range look as though a tornado went through: vast swaths of large old trees laid down like so many matchsticks across the hillsides, and other fields of huge old trees snapped-off midway up their trunks. Must have been quite a storm. I'm glad I wasn't there.
Drunken archers, take up your bows! It's the Feast Day of St. Dunstan!
And in 1780, complete darkness fell on New England and eastern Canada. Candles were required all day, after about noon. It remains unexplained to this day.
What's news? What's the difference between 'censorship' and 'editing'? ...and 'publisher's discretion' for that matter? Two words: politics and money. What the news media doesn't talk about is often more important than what it does talk about.
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